Black script lettering reading "I can go the distance" runs across the top of a foot and ankle.

Script quote "I can go the distance" on ankle

Lettering · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a foot and ankle with the phrase "I can go the distance" written in flowing black script across the top of the foot. The lettering has smooth, even linework with solid black ink and no shading or colour. The text runs diagonally from the ankle towards the toes, set against a tiled floor and a blurred background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Rain had been coming sideways across the market since seven, and Bernard Oyelaran had given up on his awning by nine. He kept his cobbler's bench under the arcade instead, where the tiles dripped in a steady line beside his last. A pair of walking boots sat on the bench, caked with clay, their heels worn to a slant. A note was tucked into one lace in blue biro: Resole please. Need them for the Pennine Way in March.

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He eased the old sole away with his knife and found the stitching gone soft as bread. Tracy Lowther, who sold secondhand paperbacks from the next pitch, came over with two teas in paper cups. "You won't get those done by Friday," she said. "Nobody walks the Pennines in March." Bernard said they'd be ready Thursday. He had a rule about walking boots: the leather decided the distance, not the calendar.

The owner came back on Thursday, soaked to the knee, a laminated map folded in her coat pocket. She pressed her thumb into the new sole and watched it spring back. "My brother used to shout that at me before every race," she said. "I can go the distance. Daft thing to shout at a girl with a stitch in her side." Bernard said nothing. He had already stamped a small mark inside each heel, the way his father had taught him, so that nobody would ever mistake his work for anyone else's.

She went out into the rain without an umbrella. Bernard watched from the arcade as her footprints darkened the wet tiles one after another, then slowly filled with water and faded, until the market floor was level again and the next customer was shaking out a coat by the door.